If there’s one thing we all know (but often try to deny), it’s that college is basically it’s own little universe. It’s that beer-drinking, bar-hopping, Cliff Notes-reading, coffee-chugging “safe haven” between the comfort of your parents’ home and that place everybody calls “the real world.” And unfortunately, we all know that “real world” is much less exciting than MTV moguls would like us to believe.

As a senior, I’ve finally realized one very important thing: College is awesome. And there’s quite a lot of sh*t you can get away with here that just isn’t gonna fly once you graduate. For example:

1. Mid-day naps. Unless you decide to hightail your pretty bum down to Mexico or start your own company or something, mid-day siestas are generally not in the typical workin’ girl schedule. Oh, how I love the five hour breaks in between my classes.

2. Threesomes. Unless you want to end up like Charlotte in SATC, watching your dude getting’ frisky and feelin’ up some rando-girl while you stand awkwardly on the sidelines, I think threesomes are definitely better explored pre-graduation. I think almost everybody has at least one wild hookup story (that may or may not involve multiple partners) by the time they leave college. And that’s where those kind of explorations should probably stay. In college.

3. All nighters and Adderall binges. I’m pretty sure it’s not “adultlike” to stay up all night, downing cups of coffee and caffeine pills (or whatever your all-nighter drug of choice may be) to finish whatever crazy task your boss asks of you. Purple bruise-like bags under your eyes will never be sexy. Especially for an early morning meeting.

4. Pizza diets. Depending on where you live, life’s little luxuries, like one dollar slices on Monday nights, might not be at your disposal the way they are now. Nor should they be. You will be an adult and should be eating real food. Like steak or something.

5. The Uggs and North Face uniform. Or any variation, such as: Victoria’s Secret PINK collection from head-to-toe, matching college sweatshirts and sweatpants, etc. Real jobs require real clothes.

6. Tuesday bar hopping. I’ve already accepted that life is probably going to suck hardcore without one dollar cherry bombs on Tuesday night. I try to tell myself that I might be able to pull off being a member of the “Tuesday Crew” every once in awhile for the first few years after graduation. Or at least until I start to resemble my mother who gets a four day hangover after sipping half a glass of wine…spritzer.

7. Sleeping on random couches. I’m not gonna lie, I’ve done it. Quite a few times. …Without realizing it until the next morning. In the “real world,” I’m pretty sure people take stock of who is in their house when three a.m. rolls around. Maybe.

8. Meal plans. As much as college cafeteria food sucks, I think I’m really gonna miss late night mozzarella cheese stick feasts courtesy of Mom and Pops. In the “real world,” you can’t just go into some fancy sushi restaurant with your co-workers and hand the waiter your college ID and wave him off.

9. Making out with your best girl friends at bars and parties. In the “real world,” it’s no longer socially acceptable to grab your girlfriend’s face at the bar (..or you know, your company’s holiday party) and scream, “Let’s make out!” at the top of your lungs before proceeding to play tongue-tackle in front of a crowd. Unless you’re a total Debbie…as in, desperate. Or dumb.

10. Peeing in public places. In college, it’s normally (but not always!) kosher to pop a squat in the backyard at a party when the b-room runs of out T.P. In the “real world,” you’ll get arrested and labeled a sex offender before you can even empty your bladder.

11. Posting party photos on Facebook. This basically goes without saying. Once you graduate (hell, maybe we should all start this now?), don’t even THINK about posting that pic of you on the toilet throwing the peace sign. And, just to make sure you have all your bases covered, you’ll probably want to invest in an external hard drive so you can save all your old faves from undergrad and delete all incriminating photos off the internets forever.

Anything else you can think of that just can’t happen in the real world but is totally fine in college?

[This post is a favorite of CollegeCandy fan, Allyson...and it's one of our faves too!]

Get it out of your system now, ladies.

If there’s one thing we all know (but often try to deny), it’s that college is basically it’s own little universe. It’s that beer-drinking, bar-hopping, Cliff Notes-reading, coffee-chugging “safe haven” between the comfort of your parents’ home and that place everybody calls “the real world.” And unfortunately, we all know that “real world” is much less exciting than MTV moguls would like us to believe.

As a senior, I’ve finally realized one very important thing: College is awesome. And there’s quite a lot of sh*t you can get away with here that just isn’t gonna fly once you graduate. For example:

1. Mid-day naps. Unless you decide to hightail your pretty bum down to Mexico or start your own company or something, mid-day siestas are generally not in the typical workin’ girl schedule. Oh, how I love the five hour breaks in between my classes.

2. Threesomes. Unless you want to end up like Charlotte in SATC, watching your dude getting’ frisky and feelin’ up some rando-girl while you stand awkwardly on the sidelines, I think threesomes are definitely better explored pre-graduation. I think almost everybody has at least one wild hookup story (that may or may not involve multiple partners) by the time they leave college. And that’s where those kind of explorations should probably stay. In college.

3. All nighters and Adderall binges. I’m pretty sure it’s not “adultlike” to stay up all night, downing cups of coffee and caffeine pills (or whatever your all-nighter drug of choice may be) to finish whatever crazy task your boss asks of you. Purple bruise-like bags under your eyes will never be sexy. Especially for an early morning meeting.

4. Pizza diets. Depending on where you live, life’s little luxuries, like one dollar slices on Monday nights, might not be at your disposal the way they are now. Nor should they be. You will be an adult and should be eating real food. Like steak or something.

5. The Uggs and North Face uniform. Or any variation, such as: Victoria’s Secret PINK collection from head-to-toe, matching college sweatshirts and sweatpants, etc. Real jobs require real clothes.

6. Tuesday bar hopping. I’ve already accepted that life is probably going to suck hardcore without one dollar cherry bombs on Tuesday night. I try to tell myself that I might be able to pull off being a member of the “Tuesday Crew” every once in awhile for the first few years after graduation. Or at least until I start to resemble my mother who gets a four day hangover after sipping half a glass of wine…spritzer.

7. Sleeping on random couches. I’m not gonna lie, I’ve done it. Quite a few times. …Without realizing it until the next morning. In the “real world,” I’m pretty sure people take stock of who is in their house when three a.m. rolls around. Maybe.

8. Meal plans. As much as college cafeteria food sucks, I think I’m really gonna miss late night mozzarella cheese stick feasts courtesy of Mom and Pops. In the “real world,” you can’t just go into some fancy sushi restaurant with your co-workers and hand the waiter your college ID and wave him off.

9. Making out with your best girl friends at bars and parties. In the “real world,” it’s no longer socially acceptable to grab your girlfriend’s face at the bar (..or you know, your company’s holiday party) and scream, “Let’s make out!” at the top of your lungs before proceeding to play tongue-tackle in front of a crowd. Unless you’re a total Debbie…as in, desperate. Or dumb.

10. Peeing in public places. In college, it’s normally (but not always!) kosher to pop a squat in the backyard at a party when the b-room runs of out T.P. In the “real world,” you’ll get arrested and labeled a sex offender before you can even empty your bladder.

11. Posting party photos on Facebook. This basically goes without saying. Once you graduate (hell, maybe we should all start this now?), don’t even THINK about posting that pic of you on the toilet throwing the peace sign. And, just to make sure you have all your bases covered, you’ll probably want to invest in an external hard drive so you can save all your old faves from undergrad and delete all incriminating photos off the internets forever.

Anything else you can think of that just can’t happen in the real world but is totally fine in college?

[This story was originally posted by Erica - Kent State University.]

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Question?! Answer: TuffyLuv@collegecandy.com

Dear Tuffy Luv,
I’m not even sure how this all started to be honest. I have a best friend, I’ll call her Jane, who’s been dating this guy, I’ll call him Ron, for a couple months. They fight a lot but he’s her first real “love” and a really good friend of mine. I happen to be madly in love with Ron’s best friend, Landon. Landon left the state for college but we still want to be together; we’re in an open ended thing (he’s casually dating someone else currently) and we plan to work it out when he comes back for Christmas  break.

Recently Ron and Jane’s fights have been getting worse and she refuses to get physical with him pretty much at all. On a semi-joking note, Ron suggested a threesome between Jane – my best friend/his girlfriend – him and myself. I’ve never been in one and the idea was intriguing. Jane can be a stick in the mud, but we knew she’d be down for it, it was just a matter of convincing her.

Once we started scheming up the idea of the threesome, his texts started changing. He kept hinting that maybe if Jane doesn’t go for the idea, he and I should just have a crazy one-night stand and keep it completely between us. Eventually he blatantly started saying he wanted to sleep with me and keep it a secret from both Landon and Jane. A part of me loved the thrill of the absolute danger of it, it was the ultimate NO in the dating world – to sleep with your best friend’s boyfriend/ your love intrest’s best friend. It was a very small part of me, but it was still there as almost just a primal want, but I knew I didn’t want to; I could never do that Jane or Landon. I’m not trying to make it sound like I’m such a great person since I do feel guilty for even letting the idea stay in my mind for a second, but usually “all’s fair in love and war” is an idea that works for me, but this is clearly where my morals start kicking in.

He says no one would ever know, but even though I turned him down, how can I look at him again? I can’t tell Jane, but I don’t think I can’t NOT tell her at the same time. She’s my best friend. Should I just chalk it up to him being a hormonal guy and leave it at that? And since he’s Landon’s best friend I feel like my rejecting him will make him start talking s*** about me to Landon. He continues to text me, trying to convince me and even though I’m nice about the rejection (“I really dont think we should,” “You just want this because you and Jane are going through a rough time,”) I don’t know how to be firm in saying no without pissing him off and him sabatoging things between Landon and I.

Please help,
-3′s crowd, 2′s a problem

Dear 3′s,

What are you, on some kind of soap opera?! Landon’s evil twin, Shmandon, shows up and inevitably puts Jane in a coma?! And then you have a threesome with Ron and a space alien?!

Okay. Enough is enough. Ron’s a sleaze and the world must know.

You march your little threesome-hungry tushy right to Jane and you tell her what happened. I mean, if you were brave enough to ask her to have a threesome with you and her boyfriend, surely you’re brave enough to tell her that her boyfriend’s trying to get witchu.

Then, little bird, before Jane can even confront Ron, you hightail it to a phone and you tell Landon what happened. Be like, “look, you know, here’s what happened, I still wanna be witchu, I don’t wanna be wit Ron, and let’s just all be cool.”

Of course, that said, it’s GONNA all go to hell.

But then again, what were you expecting, secretly plotting a threesome with your best friend’s boyfriend?! I could see if you guys all planned it together, or even if you planned it just with Jane–although, frankly, I see this sort of thing as a recipe for hurt feelings and emo-ness no matter how you slice it–but planning it with her boyfriend is highly creepy. Don’t you think if he just wanted a third person to add the thrill he’d have asked JANE for thoughts? By asking you, he’s just trying to make an excuse to have sex with someone other than his girlfriend, someone who might be able to convince her that it’s legit. So, um. Probably don’t do this again.

Still, although you come out looking creepsty, you have GOT to tell Jane. Ron is totally playing her. I don’t know if he does this with other girls (in which case, totes gross) or if he’s secretly in love with you (in which case, sweet but too bad because he’s already IN a relationship!!!), but either way, Jane has to know. I mean, it’s good she’s not being physical with him, just in case he’s sleeping around, but wouldn’t you hate to, you know, see her get the clap?!

Tell her. Tell Landon. Wait for the fallout.

And, hey. If things get weird with Landon–well, sucks, but he’s some side-thing. I’m sorry, but if you’re not together just because he’s out of state and he’s CURRENTLY DATING SOMEONE ELSE–well, you kids are NOT madly in love. But this is your BEST FRIEND we’re talking about here. SO not worth losing.

Oh, and on the topic of Landon: Go ahead and date him if you want. However, Tuffy gotta say: I sincerely doubt he’d be dating this other someone if he was so into you. And I seriously, seriously doubt that he’ll really be breaking up with her just to be with you over Christmas break. And, I mean, why should he? If you guys are only going to be together on breaks from school (a few weeks here and there?!), why shouldn’t he (and you too, girl!) pursue ACTUAL relationships? It just all seems a bit far-fetched. But, hey. It’s your life. I just see that headed toward heartbreak, if you choose to see it more than the occasional off-peak fling.

Anyway, okay. Bottom line: TELL JANE. RON SUCKS. POOP HIM IN THE FACE.

Hearts & Skulls,
Tuffy Luv

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It seems to me that the more times goes on, the juicier Gossip Girl gets. It’s like chewing gum…only backwards. Which reminds me – have you tried those new Trident Layers? OMG I bought a pack last night at Target and that stuff is so good!

Ok, not the point.

Last night’s episode of Gossip Girl was good. Really good. Not only is there a pretty handsome new man lurking (and dealing drugs) on the Upper East Side, but Chuck Bass continued his streak as the good boy by protecting J-Humph from this bad boy’s ways. And if you didn’t totally swoon when Chuck told him off (something along the lines of, “I’m Chuck Bass and even Europeans know what that means”), you obviously have something seriously wrong with your libido.

But let’s get to the real good stuff. The stuff that can only come from an awkward threesome in Brooklyn. A love triangle that can only form once everybody has seen one another’s goodies/O faces. The kind of situation that Dan Humphrey would no doubt find himself in.

After last week’s 3some letdown, it was exciting to finally see some bits and pieces from the event. Even if they were from Dan’s slightly skewed memories and involved hair blowing in the wind and equal girl-on-Dan-time for all. Was it possible there was a fan set up on the bed for the girls’ hair to blow in? Sure. But as Nate pointed out, someone is always left out in a threesome….and we later discover that someone was Olivia (!!).

Kudos to the writers for thinking of the most creative way ever to stir up some new drama over at NYU. There were so many different ways to write Hilary Duff off the show and bring the Vanessa/Humphrey love story back into the mix, but having it happen as a result of a threesome is just brilliant. And hilarious. And, to the Parents Television Council, you’ll be happy to know that all the drama that came from it has made a threesome the last thing on my to-do list. (Unless it’s with Nate and Chuck…) So leave GG alone and turn your attention towards more important issues… like the Rock of Love bus.

Oh, and let me just say, it is no surprise that Dan has fallen in love with Vanessa (even if he didn’t realize it). Did you see her in the 3some? That girl is HOT.

But, interestingly enough, the NYU 3some wasn’t the only one happening last night. Somewhere, in a dark and expensive bar on the Upper East Side another one, possibly even more scandalous, was coming together. One that not only involved a public official, but 2 cousins. And shoulder pads. (If Serena’s linebacker shoulder pads are a sign of things to come in fashion, I’m jumping ship. That’s a road I refuse to go down…) Serena loves Tripp. Tripp loves Serena…and hates his manipulative wife who saved his campaign. But wait – Nate loves Serena. Remember Nate? That guy who used to be on the show all the time but hasn’t really made an appearance this season? Yeah, well he’s back and he wants a piece of Serena.

And they almost kiss…. until Tripp V. happens upon them – somehow – and sets the drama in motion.

Gah! So much happening; I can’t handle it! And I can’t handle Serena either. No, not just because she was wearing shoulder pads and fake press-on nails. She’s just acting so selfish. She gets mad at Nate for “not being there for her” when he doesn’t support her wanting to hook up with his MARRIED POLITICIAN COUSIN. Then she leaves with that married politician cousin and gets mad at Nate for trying to stop her. And then we see her swapping spit with him. Even though he’s married. And in the political spotlight. And cousins with her alleged best friend. Who just professed his love for her.

Serena’s making some bad choices and I’m finding myself slowly moving over to team Blair. Ok, so maybe that’s partly because I want to get closer to Chuck, but it’s mostly because I just can’t sympathize with Serena’s choices (both in fashion and in life) anymore.

Oh yeah. And Lady Gaga showed up with crazy hair and X’s over her nipples. Standard.

And that’s not all—we’re living in a world where wearing a miniskirt to class can get you expelled, for Pete’s sake. It’s enough to make you want to abandon college altogether. Here are some of the other things that have been worrying CC writers this week:

-       Gossip Girl’s ill-advised threesome. Was anyone else hoping that the ménage would turn out to be between Chuck, Blair, and a clone of Chuck?

-       What exactly is Google Wave, and does it mean that the robot revolution is coming sooner than we thought?

-       How long it’ll take to get off the waitlist at Rent the Runway, a website that promises to make all your fantasies come true.

-       You don’t have New Year’s Eve plans yet? What are you, some kind of social leper? It’s already a few weeks before Thanksgiving!

-       How to get out of oral without bruising his fragile male ego.

-       The “Bad Romance” video. What is Lady Gaga on?

-       How many beers you’ll have to drink before you can make this awesome bottle-cap table. Then again, maybe that’s actually something to be excited about.

No, this photo is not of the 3some. Apparently the CW didn't think it appropriate to post those...

It was like any Monday night around here. I came back from the gym, had a little dinner, did a little reading and gathered with the roomies to watch some Gossip Girl. There was the usual Jenny drama (homegirl is such a bitch!), some witty banter, a funny ploy by Chuck to get Serena and Blair to make up (he just keeps getting dreamier)…and makeout, and ho-humness over at NYU.

But then, 35 minutes later, Olivia downed her shot of mysterious clear liquid and everything changed. (Including Hilary Duff’s clean-girl image!) First Olivia’s kissing Dan. Then Olivia’s kissing Vanessa. Then Dan is KISSING VANESSA!

Yes, this is the threesome we’ve been hearing about for a week now.

I know it’s not real. I know it’s TV. I know good and well that this isn’t some “Hills” situation where we’re supposed to think it’s real even though all signs point to fake (lips). But, still, I screamed. I screamed and I covered my eyes and I shied away from the TV until the scene was over. It was all just so…awkward. And uncomfortable. And shocking!

Was this the group of three that I was expecting to see getting it on? Hell no. And I’m pretty sure (even before I saw the scenes for next week, people!) that it’s not going to turn out well. I mean, I’m all for sexual experimentation, but, as Nate says, the third person should be a stranger…not your best friend who has been in love with you since you were playing in alleys in Brooklyn.

And I’d just like to say that I’ve never partook in a threesome…but I still think I’ve lived a very full, very real college life, thankyouverymuch.

I can’t wait to see Dan Humphrey try to get himself out of this one next week when some serious ish goes down in the East Village. Vanessa, having finally gotten a piece of the Humph, will realize that she loves him and start to annoy me even more than she already does, there will be tension between Olivia and Dan because they had a drunken threesome, and if Hilary Duff leaves the show, I may cry.  Drama to ensue.

But back to this week. The threesome wasn’t the biggest drama of the night. Not when it’s Cotillion season!

Is this a real thing? Do rich girls really start taking ballroom dance lessons when they’re young? Who knows, but it’s a really big deal to this group of high society high schoolers and Jenny is taking it the most seriously of all. Stepping on people’s toes (both literally and figuratively), pissing off Erik, waging war on Blair…. and then seeing all her hard work crash around her when her ticket to getting some respect (and possibly some booty from a pretty cute piece of UES man-meat) ends up arm in arm with someone else. Someone shorter, runette-r, more… hugable.

Sure, Jenny saves her reputation by dragging Nate into the whole mess (“A college guy!” Seriously, how dense are these girls? Don’t they know she used to date him? Isn’t that enough to get her some RESPECT? Whatever…), but that doesn’t change the fact that she has made herself a serious enemy. And his name is Erik. And he’s pissed. Not only did Jenny desert him, but she was the cause of his breakup with Jonathan (let’s pause for a moment to mourn this one) and there is no doubt in my mind that Erik is going to come back with his new little sidekick and wreak havoc on her thrown.

But does that new chick really have what it takes? You know, without Blair’s beauty assistance? We’ll have to wait and see.

Things to look forward to:  Blair and Serena have made up, so that means we can focus on Blair and Chuck sex scenes instead of Blair and Serena fight scenes.  Also, Serena has some serious tension (of the sexual nature, rawr!) with married congressman Tripp Vanderbilt.  But that might go on hold when she learns that Daddy finally wrote her back.

Things I’m dreading:  Everything about that threesome.  Especially the flashbacks that are sure to come next week. Oy.

We’ll see how this all comes crashing down next week.
You know you love them.

XOXO,
GGR

I am getting really freakin’ tried of hearing from this Parents Television Council, aka The-Ultra-Conservative-I-Have-No-Life-So-I-Want-To-Make-Everyone-Else’s-Miserable Club.

Their most recent rant is in response to the racy Gossip Girl ads advertising a “3Some” on next weeks issue. OMG! A threesome?! What sick bastard could possibly have come up with this storyline? No Twenty-something’s engage in this sort of promiscuous activity in real life!

Give me a break. First of all, this group may have had an ounce of a point when the characters were in high school, but they are in college now, people. You know that time in life when you do whatever you want without your parents breathing down your neck and shielding your eyes from all that devilish sex going on?

Second of all, nothing about Gossip Girl is realistic. Any kid with half a brain realizes that you don’t leave bio class to get a martini at the Ritz and then shoot over to Bergdorf’s and buy a pair of $5,000 Manolo’s while your boyfriend is getting an after school tutoring session from a prostitute. This would be called fiction, something all of your children learned in elementary school. Although it seems that you must have been daydreaming during that lesson.

Third of all, if you don’t want your kids seeing it, then turn off the stupid TV! Do you not own a remote? Stop trying to shut the show off for the entire country when you can simply click the off button and torture only your own (unfortunate) kids.

Us college girls have a really hard life. We stay up studying all night long, sit through classes all day, run to internships and attempt to fit in a social life, all when trying to figure out what the heck we are going to do with the rest of our lives. Stop trying to take away the one hour a week we have to completely indulge ourselves in the Gossip Girl fantasy world and a glass of wine. We like sex. We like catfights. We like the completely unattainable fashion.

And most of all: we can’t wait to find out which three characters will be going at it next Monday night. So go chain your kids to a chair in front of Sponge Bob reruns and leave our guilty pleasure alone!

Just when you think everything is fine on the Upper East Side those Archibalds toss some dude in the water and really throw you for a loop. And, of course, Vanessa is there to capture the entire thing on tape.

Scandalous!

Last night’s Gossip Girl was full of all sorts of scandal. From the twisted, convoluted and sorta hard to follow situation behind Tripp Vanderbilt’s campaign (really? His wife somehow orchestrated that whole thing??) to Blair’s new super-old-looking-call-girl of a BFF, it was a roller coaster of an episode.

But let’s start at the core of it all: Blair and Serena’s waning friendship. While these two are far hotter/richer/better dressers than I could ever be, I really connected to their situation. I’ve been there and I know what it’s like to be on the outs with a very old friend. On the one hand, you wanna make up and move on out of respect for your long history together. But on the other, who you are at 18-years-old is not who you were at 12 and maybe the new people you’ve both become weren’t meant to be friends.

So what do you do?

Well, if you’re me you just accept that people change, make new friends that love you as you are right now and move on. If you’re B and S, you try to make the other person jealous with a douche bag Hollywood boyfriend/well dressed prostitute and then shove someone’s head in a cake. I think either way will work, but Blair and Serena definitely chose a more fun version to watch.

Will they reconcile? Probably, but I’m counting on a lot more evil plotting and scheming before either of these vixens waves the white couture flag and surrenders.

And speaking of scheming, what the H-E-double hockey sticks, Nate? When are you going to choose a personality and run with it? I am really sick of trying to figure out if today you’re the good guy who hates your gramps and all his lying and manipulating, or if you’re following suit and lying and manipulating too. Granted, I was happy to see the return of your mangs (man bangs), but I would have enjoyed it all a whole lot more if you went back to the Nate that Vanessa could love.

Or at least the Nate who had hot, passionate sex with Serena in the first season.

ANYTHING is better than weird, family oriented, scary Nate. It’s annoying and rather unbelievable, to be honest. You’re no Chuck Bass so stop trying.

No one can be Chuck Bass. No one. Sigh. Chuck. Chucky. Chuckeford. I fall more and more in love with him with each passing episode. It’s insane – I’ve been quite happy with my single status for the past few months, but watching Chuck snuggle up to Blair at the end of last night’s episode made me want – no, need – a boyfriend. She just looked so happy and safe there. And he was so loving and real.

…And he owns a hotel.
Come on, who couldn’t fall in love?

But, alas, I do not have me a Chuck. All I’ve got is the knowledge that there’s gonna be some sort of threesome next week. Will it somehow involve me and Chuck? Probably not, but I think it still might be just as good.

Stay away. Stay far, far away.

Making your way through the landmine that is the world of college dating is tricky. You have to make sure to bypass the clingy, the crazy and the man-whores before you can settle down in a safe zone. But just like my favorite computer procrastination game, Minesweeper, there are red flags that you have to pay heed to, lest you detonate a mine, or a relationship gone sour.

Red Flag #5: His idea of a date is using a meal swipe on you at the dining hall. I see a long line of Denny’s dates in your future.

Red Flag #4: You finally get invited to spend the night in his dorm room. But upon arriving you notice his collection of navel fluff in jars lining his book shelves. If the guy is collecting his own belly button lint, chances are you were going to wake up later that night and find him finger-diving for yours.

Red Flag #3: The only time he ever calls you is to ask if you’ve filled your Adderall prescription. Your doctor-diagnosed disease has turned you into his and his friends personal drug-dealer come exam time. You have to ask yourself, does he love you or your ADD?

Red Flag #2: We all want our roommates to like our boyfriends. It makes it easier to sexile them come the weekend. But if you find him spending more time with her than with you, don’t ignore this red flag. Unless you’re interested in a threesome, don’t be surprised if you wake up and he’s spooning your roomie instead of you.

Red Flag #1: You read him the following FMyLife: “Today, my boyfriend told me he always thought the female orgasm was an urban legend. FML” And his response was, “Wait, it’s not?”

As Liz Lemon would say… That’s a deal breaker!

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Well, now that group sex is on the menu, it seems like a good time to clarify an age old debate – what is cheating? Some say it’s sex, others say kissing, still others say even thoughts can be cheating, so now it’s time to voice your vote ladies; in a world of committed threesomes, phone sex and the office wife, what really counts as cheating?

We’ve all heard the old “zip code” rule and it’s variants – “it doesn’t count if you’re not in the same zip code/state/country/bedroom” and I for one have never bought into it, but there might be some others that I would at least consider more forgivable. Level of alcohol, for instance, could definitely be a factor, and the same goes for drugs. Anything mind altering at least makes it slightly more reasonable that you didn’t know what you were doing.

But then, what were you doing? Sex? Sex would definitely cross my “cheater” line, regardless of who it was with, and I don’t buy that “oral/anal isn’t really sex” thing either. But what about making out? And how many kisses qualify as making out? Or is it just kissing, because I have certainly had some kisses where I was not a willing participant.

Then of course you get into the kinky sex idea – is a threesome cheating? How about swinging? If both parts of your relationship are willing partners, it doesn’t seem like it should count as cheating – but at the same time, I can’t say that I wouldn’t want to do this if I saw my guy with another woman (I admit, I’m the jealous type). But then, what if I was with another woman? If a girl who’s not inherently sexually attracted to women has an experimental night, is that cheating too? (Note: my BF says it’s OK as long as I video it. Thanks, honey.)

And what happens if there’s nothing physical? We’ve all heard the phrase “emotional affair” thrown around and the idea of the office wife is pretty common, so does non-physical cheating still count? It would be a lot harder to detect, and a lot harder to accuse someone of. In fact, an emotional affair, in a lot of ways, would be like having a best friend, except that there might be some potential for sexual attraction. At what point does a close, personal bond cross into cheating territory?

Ok, so I’ve posed a lot of ideas here – now it’s time for you to do the heavy-lifting. It’s time to tell the world what we really think cheating is. The horizontal mambo? A little tongue-hockey? Or is there something more to it altogether?  Duke it out, girls!